Back to the salt mines …
… clearing of the mind, productive, reliable, useful …
… boring as hell.
It’s almost hard to trust it, because it’s almost like what I thought practice was as a kid — a way to just do something and have it get better by magic. Now, I get the neuro-wah-wah behind slow practice, but it still seems like magic on some level. I’ve had the experience of playing something painfully slowly with total focus a few times and suddenly experienced mega-leaps in my ability to play it. That’s exactly what it’s supposed to do, but it still somehow strikes me as mysterious joo-joo on some level, like those times when you’ll have a flying dream and it will suddenly feel incredibly self-evident that if you just have the right attitude and hold your body in the right way, you start to float and then swim in mid-air or fly. Well, of course!
Now in a dream, there’s no voice of reason that tells you, “You’re going to wind up on the floor, you.” In waking life though, there is. And I need a way to shut it up.
I also have to keep a lid on the power in my left hand again, or else I end up in a sort of arms race (*hyuk hyuk I said arms race* <—- points at the pun) where my left hand starts drowning out the right, and then I have to pound harder on that side, so my left arm responds by getting heavier, and pretty soon I'm exhausting myself and it all sounds like a mortar barrage. How many f's are in fortississississimo anyway? I think that's another thing I need to pay attention to with the Magic Joo-Joo Slow-Motion Practice™, just letting myself occasionally play something pianissimo and presto at the same time.
I dislike where this piece is headed for a variety of reasons — I’m doing nothing but 16th notes over and over and over and over in the bass, which is just too taxing. The way I’m hearing this piece is not for a piano; it’s for a band. I’m going to see if I can’t put a more 8/8 klezmer-ish rhythm in the bass … or maybe not put a rhythm at all in the bass and put the damn melody down there somehow.
At bottom, I just want to get that damn sound card and start recording my own stuff. *sigh*
I’m currently sucking my thumb and buried under a security blanket of Rachmaninoff’s 2nd piano concerto, but eventually I’ll have to climb back out and face this thing.
I could feel myself wanting to go a little art-tatum in the next remix of “Dove sei?” that I’m kicking around, so I did something stupid. I went to YouTube and searched on Art Tatum, and promptly got demoralized. *head slap*
Shit. Thanks, Art.
Oh, well. Gotta be done. I will keep listening.
So I bought an external sound card, which is nice. I also figured out at least a bit on how to get stereo sound and mmmmmmm-decent sound quality through the Mic In, although it’s nothing wonderful. So things are moving forward. When the sound card gets here, I’ll start poking with that.
Then, I start recording, because I’ve truly gotten sick of talking about composing and not having links to music up on this damn thing.
So the audio is getting to the computer, but … it hisses. Now what I need to do is read up on how to do this properly, audio settings and all that garbage.
Well, I got the swearing part right.
Gonna crack this … Just snagged a couple RCA-to-mono jacks. Pain in the butt.